Leaving London just sucks. Dale and I headed off to the airport, he for Knoxville via Atlanta, and me for Modesto, via SFO. Except for some tension at the SFO airport when I found out that United had, without notice, moved my connecting flight up an hour which caused me to nearly miss it, the journey home was uneventful.
A word of advice about the Giraffe restaurant at Heathrow; it’s menu is different form the one on Wilton road and not nearly as good!
Anyway, I am home again, with wonderful memories and a shitload of cookies.
My love to all of you who made this trip so amazingly wonderful: Dale, Bob, Pugs, David, Bill, Ellen, Rich, Jonas and Linda and the rest!